August 1st, 2003


I went out last night

I went out the the local sports bar last night. I rode my bike so I wouldn't have to worry about ruining my life just trying to get home. Basically, I just sat on a barstool, drank beer after beer, and read my book.

The funny thing is that I don't remember how I got home. I must've ridden my bike but I don't remember doing so. I also sorta remembered snogging the ol' lady but the memories were dreamlike. I confirmed with her that we did, in fact, make whoopie.